It’s  closer between here and home, who would want to come here? It’s like being a prisoner, it’s like lost sheep everywhere, so sad. You can’t seem to catch it, you can’t grasp it, it goes through you’re fingertips, I try to catch it, the truth the meaning of everything , right through you’re fingertips, then run after it again . You are just so much, so much that nobody knows. They just don’t get what they are supposed to, most aren’t supposed to , that would ruin it. It’s  like tapping on the window and they don’t stop to  look. It’s so frustrating , nobody is designed to, we are not designed to, it feels like forever. It would make people feel better if they knew it wasn’t so far away….  I’m homesick, I’m uncomfortable here.